I planned to return to the blog with a piece about what I have been learning during shelter in place, but the events of the last few weeks can’t be put off until a more convenient time. And so, I hope you will accept this poem as an offering, a moment of soul-searching as I listen to the cries for justice happening across my nation, and an invitation to my community to listen well and seek clarity of vision as these events unfold.
Continue reading “When It All Unravels”Tag: Poetry
The Goldsmith
Next to the great thinkers,
The builders of castles
It seems I have not the resources nor the skill
To contribute to the arc of human understanding
As much as I desire to think and write
What might change history
I find myself instead twisting gold filigree
An inch at a time
To adorn the thoughts of another Continue reading “The Goldsmith”
RSVP
When Hope issues an invitation
A chance to dream of better
A looking forward to the future
Even against the past
Even against the present
To respond affirmatively
Is to soar and dream
To set aside the tension
Of one’s grounding
Of one’s doubt
Take a Number!
mind humming with ideas,
a steady stream of better habits
and an endless list of life goals
(as if I will care at the end
whether I was that well rounded)
I choose instead to remain imbalanced, Continue reading “Take a Number!”
another day done, ruled by life
did you write today?
blinks my phone insistently
the question must be answered…
to clear the clutter I lie
mark as done Continue reading “another day done, ruled by life”
Walk With Me
Walk with Me awhile, beloved
This is what I made you for
To feel the breeze upon your skin
And linger here at Glory’s door
Where every breath is peace inhaled
And heav’n itself but thinly veiled Continue reading “Walk With Me”
Isolation
If I can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains,
but do not have love, I am nothing…
Nothing but a drawing on a page
Flat, indifferent, unmoving
Forgetful of my missing dimension Continue reading “Isolation”
On Arriving Home
Today I sit quietly at home
Allowing it to be my home again,
although it feels somewhat foreign.
Continue reading “On Arriving Home”
